Life has not allowed me to be very hopeful. The person that I am struggles with many aspects of school, unrelated to my studies. I always approach situations wishing I knew more, and stress piles up constantly, unrelated to the problems people might think of these past years. I hope my future self will be better, and not have to struggle with my desire to keep to myself and to be understood/cared for. Despite all this, I think I will miss this quarter of my life, and I think I will even retain some connections I’ve made here with friends and teachers. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say that I am content, but I am nonetheless grateful for the people who made it bearable.